His face suddenly twisted into fright as she started yelling at him, blinking and giving her a deer in the headlights look. “Uh…well, I mean we had our thing with the Teen Titans but…I was kinda busy. I had to go to China, then travel some more and then come back here and take care of a few things. I wasn’t really free to text. But I am now. Although, I don’t think you really want me to text you now. That’d be kinda rude.”
He looked down as she clung to him, slowly putting his arms around her. “Sorry? For…what?” He asked half-laughing. Oh. Maybe the whole not believing me thing…but I can’t really stay mad at her for that.
Was he really that different now? Granted, he was different before. Cold. Isolated. Things were better now. Much better. Conner was alive, Bart was alive. And Bruce was alive. There was a lot to be happy for.
Glancing up at him, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Yeah, don’t text me now, dork. But maybe next time send every now and then a ‘haha still alive lol’ text to me, okay?”
A wave of guilt passed over her, as it had on multiple occasions since she’d heard that Batman was alive again. It hurt her heart, knowing that she hadn’t believed Tim after everything they’d been through. Why hadn’t she just listened to him?
"I’m sorry for not believing you… about Batman. I… I should have, and you don’t know how awful I feel about that." The blonde said, lowering her gaze, "You were right, like you usually are, and I should have trusted you."